My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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When Ye Fan arrived at his side, the big black fatty's aura was already weak, and his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

"Boss, his body is extremely weak. It seems that the dark magic cast by that wicked woman, Sylvie, has eroded him!" Azazel said with a heavy expression.

In fact, even without Assassin's words, Ye Fan was very clear that his eyes had turned red as he held Ma Men's pulse. He could clearly feel that Ma Men's life was already like a candle in the wind … …

Being hit by a blow from a Legend rank expert was definitely not a joke. Even though he had survived the Holy War many times, this time, Mamen was not so lucky.

The weak breath of Mamen, his eyelids trembling, seemed to have realized that Ye Fan was right beside him, a hand covered in blood grabbed him by the wrist with great difficulty.

Ye Fan firmly grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, you have to hold on! I will think of a way to save you! I... "I …"

Ye Fan tried his best to think of a way to save Mamen's life at this time, but even the information he had read about Earth Axis's heart was useless at this time.

Mamen was already at the end of his life. The injuries on his body were just too tragic, unless he practiced the Demon Summoning Spell like Sylvie and relied on non-human powers to revive him. However, that was clearly unrealistic …

"Heh …" Mammon's voice got lower and lower. "What a pity. I can no longer, for my brothers. Giving away the plane and the cannonball …

Boss … I'm on the island, in my own place. Beneath the desk was a document … There are all my channels, all my arsenal. The way all his subordinates communicated with each other …

Mamen opened his eyes. He did not finish his words, but there was no breath left …

Next to him, Asamontius and the others felt as if their hearts had been cut by knives and their eyes were wet. They pounded their chests as they yelled out to vent the grief and anger in their hearts.

Ye Fan squatted beside Mamen's corpse, as if his soul had been sucked out of him, and stared blankly for a long time.

After about ten minutes, Ye Fan finally stretched out his hand, closed Mamen's eyelids with a tremble, and stood up expressionlessly...

"Everyone, listen up..."

Everyone stopped feeling sad and looked at him.

Ye Fan extended his hand, pointed at the distant ocean and said, "Pain and sadness, they are unable to bring us anything!"

Their people are still in their own territories, gloating and waiting for our demise, waiting for their legendary powerhouses to bring back the news of victory!

We are not gods, we cannot save our dead brothers. But, since they say that we are demons, then, let us use the method of demons to sacrifice our blood for the brothers who have died! "

Assassin, Asamontius, and the others all revealed fervent fighting spirit. They could not help but raise their fists and shake their arms as they shouted, "Divine-Wrath! Divine-Wrath! … "

With bloodshot eyes, Ye Fan ordered loudly, "Leviathan! Send your ships over!

The magnesium army has already rolled out. The following battle will be purely a war in the underground world. I want you to sink all of those boats!

I don't want to see any other flag floating on the sea, except your damned squid flag! Do you hear me!? "

"We shall complete this mission with our lives on the line!" M-CE! "

The Leviathan pounded its fist on its chest, its expression grim.

"Azazel!" I don't care which corner of the world all the troops are in now, I don't care what they are going through!

I want them to destroy all the sacred halls in the world within two days! Destroy the strongholds of the old rulers! I want to place banners of the stars of Bhaht in their churches and in their strongholds! "

Azazel knelt on one knee. "Yes! "M-CE!"

After Ye Fan gave the order, he walked down the mountain and waved his hand, "Asmuntis, come with me!"

Asmuntis, who was waiting for orders, asked, "Where are we going, my king?"

"Bring all the assassins you can take with you, and follow me …" "Kill!"

… ….

In the Central Plains of China, in a mountainous area shrouded in clouds and mist, there was a hidden territory that no one knew of.

Some mountain farmers and herb pickers would know that this was the place where immortals lived in seclusion.

The Dreamy Cloud Mountain was known as the "All Sight" location of the Ghost Valley.

A large number of ancient buildings, possessing the characteristics of successive dynasties, were situated on the mountainous ground, scattered about like stars in the sky.

Water vehicles, pavilions, ropes, gangways, and all sorts of chains and mechanisms used to transport goods and documents, all gave this place a classical and mysterious appearance.

A large number of Ghost Valley members had served Ghost Valley for generations. Ghost Valley rarely recruited new members from outside in order to ensure their own cover and the loyalty of their members.

Every day, there were busy intelligence personnel walking back and forth. As the era progressed, there were not only the most primitive messenger pigeons, but also network communications, as well as independent hacking teams from the Ghost Valley.

No one knew how they had obtained all the information on the Ghost Valley, not even the Ghost Valley Heavenly Master.

Because there were simply too many intelligence reports in the Ghost Valley, the stewards in charge were also dozens in number. Each of the stewards had their own collection of intelligence and methods.

These stewards rarely cooperated and did not interfere with each other. Even Heavenly Master Ghost Valley did not have the right to interfere with their work. All the stewards were only responsible to the Elders Guild.

The balance between the Heavenly Master, the Elders Guild, the higher ups of the Ghost Valley, and the two great families had restricted every force in the Ghost Valley, making it difficult for them to start a dispute.

In the center of the Ghost Valley, there was an irregular tower. There were all sorts of irregular polygons that were layered over each other, forming a height of over a hundred meters.

This tower was called "Tianshu" and was the center of power for the ghost valley.

On one of the floors of Dubhe Pagoda, in a room that looked like a study room, a scholar with a feather fan and a scarf was leisurely sipping tea and flipping through books.

Just then, a ghost slave wearing a black robe walked in and kneeled down humbly. "Master, we just received news that the Prison Emperor rushed to the Purgatory Island. Both Mi Jia Lie and the White Queen were killed … …

"For some reason, Lucifer seems to be immune to the effects of the toxin. His power is still unfathomable."

The originally carefree scholar frowned. After staring blankly for a few seconds, he slowly stood up and put the book down.

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